Take Time Out

Sometimes we have to do this. Take time out. When we don’t have time, we have to make time. (sigh) I feel so inundated lately. I just love that word. Inundated. It conveys the sense of busyness, of being immersed in the world of “having to do.” That was a phrase I introduced to my 8th graders today. Tengo que. I have to . . . whatever.

On one note, Spanish-ministry dealings have heightened significantly. Another Spanish-speaking young lady and I are doing a Bible study with a man from Honduras, and I’ve been Ms. Translator lately because he’s starting to come to church regularly. I’m also feverishly working on trying to finish the Spanish version of the two-day Bible study my pastor wrote. There’s a group of Hispanics from another city close-by that may begin to come to church as well—I’m excited about what God is doing on one hand, but on the other hand, God’s work . . . well, it takes work.

On another note, Flirt to Convert (FTC) guy is still hanging on in the picture, so to speak. However, the FTC focus of the guy has sort of shifted away from me and toward the other Spanish-speaking young lady. Go figure. She met him when we went to the restaurant where he works a couple of weeks ago. She was not enthralled at all by his Hispanic charm (as I will admit I was a little bit at first)—smart girl. Anyway, he still claims to want to come to church; however, I hope it’s for the right reasons. Time will tell.

I’m super fired up about this Young Adult conference going on in St. Louis next month. I’ve never been like this huge conference person, but I don’t know . . . there’s just something about it that really captured my interest, and I’ve drafted two other young ladies from church to join me. And the thought of the conference brings me to another thought . . .

McDougal. I hope he doesn’t mind. It’s been a while since I’ve used his pseudonym. He’s still in the picture, too, albeit in a different form. I always jokingly tell him how we have completely switched places. Like, literally. Now I’m immersed in the working world, and he’s the poor college student. This conference will have been my first time in a Bible school environment, and this is his first time in a secular college environment . . . well, at a major university. And the thought of college environments brings me to another thought . . .

This upcoming weekend is T-town time. It is so past due. I haven’t been up to old Tusky since graduation in May. I used to always look forward to when I had time to escape to the Gump. Now I’m sneaking away from the Gump to T-town. When will the madness stop? Shall we ever be satisfied? It should be fun.

Oh, and I finally got a cell phone after surviving perfectly fine without one for several years. Ooh, I’m super cool now. Worthy to join the hordes of unlimited night and weekend minute gluttons. Oh, well. Excuse me while I end this procrastinatory rambling and mourn the wilting of my sunflowers.